OMG, I am like, so PSYCHED to have this done, you guys! Oh, when they put me in that little johnnie that takes away any sense of pride and dignity, stick a needle in my arm and stick a mask over my face (and I'll TOTALLY forget I'm claustrophobic) … and then I can wake up with stitches –STITCHES! – in my abdomen. Oh, baby, this is gonna be good.
So… would any one like to switch places?
Upswing is that, since I can't eat anything tomorrow until after the surgery, tonight I'll be chowing down like Fat Albert after escaping a fat camp.
By the way, clock's ticking on naming my hernia, so let's get crackin', people!
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"I like you, Nurse Ratched. You have a gentle touch."
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